I Have Become an Immortal, You Want to Take Me to Buddhism?

In the West Lake in March, the willows are like smoke, the rain is like wine, the grass on the broken bridge has just sprouted, and the monks of Jinshan Temple are chanting sutras. All stories start from here. Xiaoqing: Sister, we are friends in times of need. I got to know him first! Bai Suzhen: I knew him before you did. He saved my life. I want to repay him! …